Rebecca Deming Moore

“ Nathalie's doll family was quite neglected that summer, for one could scarcely hold even a well-behaved doll-child, and be ready to dart after an excited dog at any moment. Nathalie's largest doll, Baby Griselda, or Grizzie, had most cause for complaint. Unfortunately for Griselda, her clothes just fitted Prinnie. Part of every day's program was to dress Prinnie in Grizzie's white dress, and tie her dainty baby cap over his long ears, and to hold him tightly in her arms as she paced the yard singing a soft lullaby. ”

“ Then when Prinnie allowed himself to be petted and cuddled on Nathalie’s arm, Mr. McAllister went on: “My, how you ’re loving the wee doggie! You ought to be having one of your own. You 're Mr. Barnes’s lassie, are n’t you? I mind often seeing you on the top of that fence.”
Nathalie replied that she was afraid her papa could n’t buy her a dog this summer; she was n't even having any new dresses. ”

“ Nathalie could almost have jumped the board fence, she was so cxcited, but Mr. McAllister set her down on the other side, and off she ran.
Mrs. Barnes at first looked a shade doubtful. A puppy in the house, even if he were the “most darlingest, sweetest, angelest puppy that ever was,” meant chewed-up shoes and torn papers; but soon her face lightened.
“On these conditions,” she said, “Prinnie may come to stay with us this summer. He must have long, long walks every day on the outskirts of the town, where there are open fields for him to romp in. ”